It was an insane mental trip, I know of no other way to describe it. I no longer had control of my own penis. The more I got turned on, the more painful it was as my cock strained against its confines. She decided a day at first would be a good experiment, but it was almost beyond what I could take. It didn't help that simply thinking of the damned thing got me turned on. On top of that, I had to start behaving a bit differently. Using the urinals was no longer an option, not unless I wanted anyone nearby to get a look at my embarrassing secret. I had to sit down to pee, a humiliation that only turned me on more, making it impossible to even pee until I could somehow calm myself down. Trying to sleep was hopeless - between trying in vain to jack myself off or just trying to find a comfortable way to lie without aggravating myself, I got nothing. Gabby on the other hand could not have enjoyed herself more. While I'm fairly average in length, I do last forever when we have sex...but my true talent lies in my tongue. Before the cage, I was fairly amazing at giving her head. We had a weird kind of connection where I could feel from the tiniest movement in her hips exactly where and what she wanted, from my tongue to my fingers. Whether or not the cage had me frustrated to the point of mentally putting all of my pleasure nerves in my tongue or whether controlling my cock had her at the brink from the word go, with it on she woke up the neighbors. Literally. They came over to complain.
True to her word, she took it off the next day. I almost came from feeling the fresh air hit my dick which seemed to spring to life in seconds. She jacked me off, and I erupted in what had to be only seconds, shooting several thick, massive squirts of backed up semen yards away. Gabby squealed happily, then quickly cleaned me off and locked me back in before I could get hard again. It was too late. She laughed as she walked to the kitchen to get some more ice water.
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This went on for few weeks. We developed a schedule - I would spend the week locked up, then I would get the weekend to recover. Both of us began to notice that by Tuesday nights, I became increasingly submissive to a ridiculous extent. I would actually ask her permission to run errands for her. At night I would get on my knees and beg to eat her out if she didn't seem in the mood. I even started acting more submissive to her friends, finding myself wanting to tell them somehow, to see how proud yet how humiliated I was to belong to Gabby in such a way. By Thursday of the 3rd week, I confessed this to her, much to her amusement. "Oh, really?" she murmured, gently pushing my head down to her already moistening pussy. I knew we had already discussed not involving others, however, and in such a submissive state I knew better than to ask. Perhaps that's why the next day was such a shock.
It was Friday, the last day of being locked up until a glorious weekend of freedom. By this point I was at a near frenzy. I felt like grinding my crotch against every corner or wall in any room like an animal, desperate for some kind of relief. I somehow made it through work and sped home, anticipating a nice evening alone with Gabby. I walked in the door and heard two voices, Gabby's and her friend, Evey. "FUCK." I thought to myself. Evey was probably my favorite out of Gabby's friends, but this was not exactly great timing.
Since I'm only about 5 foot 9, tall girls really aren't my thing - definitely for the best considering Evey. Without heels she stood about 6 foot 3, with long, blond hair that fell to her shoulders. She was extremely skinny, which is why she decided only to get 36d's when she got implants. I wasn't sure if they'd hold up once she got older, but right now she was only 25, they had only been in for a year, and they looked fantastic. Going out with her and Gabby was usually a great time, as she passed me most of the drinks the guys bought for her. Still, I would prefer not to go out given my present state.
If they were planning a night together, I held out hope that maybe I could sneak by and go find the spare key somewhere, but had no such luck. Gabby heard me come in, calling out "Baby, bring us some margaritas!" It sounded like she was using her dominant tone, but then again, by Fridays I was so worked up that even the old Asian lady at the dry cleaners sounded like a veteran dominatrix. Shrugging it off, I went and made a pitcher and brought it out to the living room. Evey sat next to Gabby on the couch, and her stuff was in my armchair. "Just sit on the floor right here baby." Gabby said, smiling at me, pointing to the ground in front of her. My heart beat a little faster, looking at Evey to see if she was showing any kind of recognition of the subtle implications in Gabby's command. Her face showed nothing aside from her usual sincere smile. I relaxed, sinking into our usual comfortable banter of teasing each other. "How many hearts did your tits break today?" I asked, pouring myself a tall glass. If it was going to be a long night I might as well enjoy it. "Fuck you!" she said brightly, handing me her glass to fill. "You just wish you were tall enough to see them."
Since they had already been drinking, we decided to have a margarita night at the house instead of going out. I tried to text Gabby anytime Evey wasn't looking, asking her to toss me the key so I could run and get the damn thing off. Each time she would only glance down at her phone, smile at me and rub the key between her fingers for a few seconds. I finally gave up, mentally preparing myself for another night of frustration.
As usual, a few hours of the three of us drinking turned some form of truth or dare. Despite my protests, truth or dare typically lacks the dare element when left to them. After a few hours, the girls got louder and the questions got raunchier. After hearing Evey reluctantly share a story about blowing two guys at the same time, my dick began impatiently reminding me that it would very much like to get hard now. Evey's next question brought my attention back to the conversation instantly. "Ok. Gabby. Craziest thing you two have ever done?" My pulse quickened once more, wondering what Gabby was drunk enough to divulge. She paused, and that was the kiss of death. Evey immediately recognized the hesitation. "Tell me!" she squealed, excited that there might actually be something she hadn't heard before. My heart leapt up into my throat. Gabby is an awful liar, especially when she drinks. It was all coming out now.